It's my turn
Innocent brown eyes
roam around in her wonderland
reaches for the light that slowly fades
fades way along with her innocence.
Tick, Tock, Tick Tock
time is running
her childhood is coming to end
but how?
if it only began.
Screaming and yelling
One would find cover
She found strength
She became their cover
She became their light.
Punches after punches
doses after doses
cries after desperate cries
when will it end?
She blooms
She grows
She transitions
Shes different
Shes selfish.
She turns to her past
she takes a deep breath
it's my turn.
This poem is about:
Me
My family
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